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I reply exhaling in my defeat. “Ill help you. This is what you say.” She types on my phone and then hands it over. “Start with this and just keep it cool.” I nod as I push send. I try to breathe and then my phone beeps. Kiera smiles. “See, he is interested. Now just be cool. Not too eager.” I continue with the messages and having her look at it. Then it happens. I send a message and attach an emoji. Oh my goddess. “Wait, you sent him an emoji!” Kiera whisper screams. I nod frantically.

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I also typed my contact number in case my social media account can’t be reached. “Here,” I said, handing the phone to him. “You know the letters, right? You can see the punctuation marks here. Just click that. Then this long one on the bottom is the ‘space’. Once you’re done composing the message, just click this arrow. If you see my picture here in the bottom right corner of your message, that means I read your chat. Otherwise, I haven’t opened it. Got it?” He slowly nodded his head. “Let me try.”

I compose a message to send to the group chat, my fingers swiftly typing the words as I try to steady my thoughts. "Hey, everyone, I’m fine. I’m back at the museum in Millenium Park, looking at a painting that has captivated my mind. I just need some space right now. Everything has just happened at once, and I need time to think. Please don’t worry. I will get back to you soon."

The message notification from Robert stared back at me, and I eagerly tapped on it. The message was filled with stickers of "Call me" plastered all over. I couldn't help but giggle; it was so typical of Robert to use stickers to make his messages more urgent and playful. He knew it would make me call him immediately. Each sticker was a different bright color, some with exaggerated hand gestures pointing to the phone icon, others with animated characters jumping up and down. It was a lighthearted touch that momentarily lifted the weight of the morning off my shoulders.

Elvis asks, his tone polite yet firm. “Sure! My phone number is +42 601 890,” she responds, her gaze fixed on me as she calls out her number, making sure I catch every digit without a hitch. “Thank you,” I say, quickly saving her contact information on my phone. “Do you have the messenger’s app?” I inquire, eager to move forward with sharing the evidence. “Yes, I do,” she replies, “Great!” I exclaim, opening the application with a few swift taps. I send her a quick message to confirm our connection, my fingers flying over the screen.

I need to find a creative way to start a conversation. ‘’Knock knock.’’ I clicked the sent button and later eyeing the message. How childish it is but I can’t even delete it as it’s already sent. Please don’t see this message. He will think of me as crazy again. Please Mansoor don’t see this message. I think I need to search how to unbend a message on skype. Or is it even possible? Told you I can’t use my phone. Typing….. Was clearly show on the screen. He saw my message and is now replying.

She envied with the man because even if its picture was blurry or not well taken, you could still see his handsomeness. “Here, you can see if someone will message you, example if you want to message me, just search for my username here on I*******m. And not only can you message here, you can also do a video call whoever you want. Wait, try calling me.” Dione handed Jax’s phone to him and she opened hers. “All right, click on the video camera icon at the top,” Dione said. Jax pressed it, and Dione answered it immediately. “Hiiii!” Dione said and waved at the vid. Jax, on the other hand, is frowning.

Soon, the color changed to white, indicating she had successfully logged into her profile account. Putting the phone on her chest, she held both hands together over her head and stretched her entire body, relaxing the nerves. Feels good, she thought as she put her hands down and grabbed the phone again with her left hand, later adjusting it to the right. The first thing she did on the app was to hit the 'message' menu. As the screen showed the contents of the menu after directing her to the 'messenger' app, she checked for messages by scrolling down. Two messages were revealed; one from Alexis McCarty - a friend from her college days, and the other from Jacob Shawn - the P.E. teacher Sydney

“Out here on the street?!” “Out there on the street. No one’s going to know what you’re doing. They’ll think you’re standing there with your thumb touching your other fingers, that’s all.” “…can I hide my hand while I do it?” “Of course.” Clutching my hand under the arm holding the phone, I bent my fingers in a ‘C’ and touched the tip of my thumb to the tip of my middle finger. “Are you doing it?” “Yes.” “Now I want you to close your eyes.”